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slier, 
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[From  the  Aye  Maria. J 
FOR    PALM   SUNDAY, 

BY  THE  LATE  J.  V.  HUNTINGTON. 

Oh  not  like  theirs  who  wait  for  light — 
Thy  patience,  Lord  !  in  whose  clear  sight. 
Free  from  the  merit  of  hopes  and  fears, 
A  day  is  as  a  thousand  years. 

The  numbered  years  the  promise  bring  ; 
Jerusalem  receives  her  King  : 
Before  her  high  o'erarching  gate, 
Her  multitudes  Thy  coming  wait. 

While  Thou,  upon  the  untamed  foal, 
Which  yields  to  that  divine  control, 
Sheddest  the  mingled  glory  thence 
Of  meekness  and  omnipotence. 

The  shouting  crowds  that  line  thy  path. 
Hide  not  from  thee  the  coming  wrath  ; 
O'er  palms  and  robes  before  Thee  strewn. 
Thou  passest  to  the  Cross,  Thy  throne. 

And  as  on  Carmel's  sovereign  height 
The  hand-like  cloud  once  rose  in  sight, 
So  rises  o'er  that  living  Sea 
Vengeance  not  undiscerned  by  Thee. 

And  we  the  hour  are  waiting  yet, 
When  thrones  for  judgment  shall  be  set  ; 
Just  Lord  !  although  the  time  be  long, 
Oh  let  our  hearts  with  faith  be  strong. 

Of  all  that's  good  the  fountain  still, 
Oh  blessed  Lord  !  is  in  Thy  will ; 
Do  Thou  within  our  hearts  increase 
The  fruit  of  holiness  and  peace. 


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ALBANY,  N.  Y.  : 

MUNSELL  &  ROWLAND,   78  STATE  STREET. 

1860. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 


Lucis  Creator. 

Lucis  Creator  optime, 
Lucem  dierura  proferens, 
Primodiis  lucis  novae, 
Mundi  parans  originem. 

Qui  mane  junctum  vesperi  ; 
Diem  vocari  praecipis, 
Illabitur  tetrum  chaos, 
Audi  preces  cum  netibus. 

Ne  mens  gravata  crimine, 
Vitae  sit  exul  munere, 
Dum  nil  perenne  cogitat, 
Seseque  culpis  illigat. 

Cceleste  pulset  ostium 
Vitale  tollat  praemium ; 
Vitemus  omne  noxium 
Purgemus  omne  passimum. 

Praesta,  Pater  piissime  ; 
Patrique  compar  Unice  ; 
Cum  Spiritu  Paraclito, 
Regnans  per  omne  saeculum. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 


Adeste,  Fideles. 

Adeste,  fideles, 
Laeti  triumph  antes ; 

Venite,  venite  in  Bethlehem  : 
Natum  videte 
Regem  angelorum : 
Venite  adoremus, 
Venite  adoremus, 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum. 

Deum  de  Deo, 

Lumen  de  Lumine, 
Gestant  puellse  viscera : 

Deum  verum, 

Genitum,  non  factum : 
Venite  adoremus,  &c. 

Cantet  nunc  Io 
Chorus  Angelorum  : 
Cantet  nunc  aula  ccelestium, 
Gloria  in  excelsis  Deo  : 
Venite  adoremus,  &c. 

Ergo  qui  natus 

Die  hodierna, 
Jesu,  tibi  sit  gloria  : 

Patris  a) tern i 

Verbum  caro  factum : 
Venite  adoremus,  &c. 


Vexilla  Regis. 

Vexilla  regis  prodeunt, 
Fulget  crucis  mysterium : 
Quo  carne  carnis  conditor 
Suspensus*est  patibulo. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 

Quo  vulneratus  insuper 
Mucrone  diro  lancese 
Ut  nos  lavaret  criinine, 
Manavit  unda  et  sanguine. 

Impleta  sunt  qua?  concinit 
David  fideli  carmine, 
Dicens  :  In  nationibus 
Regnavit  a  ligno  Deus. 

Arbor  decora  et  fulgida, 
Ornata  regis  purpura, 
Electa  digno  stipite, 
Tarn  sancta  membra  tangere. 

Beata,  cujus  brachiis 
Ssecli  pependit  pretium, 
Statera  facta  corporis, 
Praedamque  tulit  tartari. 

0  Crux,  ave,  spes  unica, 
Hoc  passionis  tempore, 
Auge  piis  justitiam, 
Reisque  dona  veniam. 

Te,  Summa  Deus,  Trinitas, 
Collaudet  omnis   spiritus  : 
Quos  per  crucis  mysterium 
Salvas,  rege  per  ssecula.     Amen. 


0  Redemptor. 


0  Redemptor,  sume  carmen  temet 
concinentium. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 


Stabat  Mater. 

Stabat  Mater  dolorosa, 
Juxta  crucem  lacrymosa, 

Dum  pendebat  Filius  ; 
Cujus  animam  gementem, 
Contristatam  et  dolentem, 

Pertransivit  gladius. 

0  quam  tristis  et  afflicta 
Fuit  ilia  benedicta 

Mater  Unigeniti ! 
Quae  moerebat,  et  dolebat, 
Pia  Mater,  dum  videbat 

Nati  poenas  inclyti. 

Quis  est  homo,  qui  non  fleret 
Matrem  Christi  si  videret, 
In  tanto  supplico  ? 
Quis  non  posset  contristari, 
Christi  Matrem  contemplari, 
Dolentem  cum  Filio  ? 

Pro  peccatis  suse  gentis, 
Videt  Jesum  in  tormentis, 
Et  flagellis  subditum. 
Vidit  suum  dulcem  natum, 
Moriendo  desolatum, 
Dum  emisit  spiritum. 

Eia,  Mater,  fons  amoris, 
Me  sentire  vim  doloris, 
Fac  ut  tecum  lugeam. 
Fac  ut  ardeat  cor  meuin 
In  amando  Christum  Deum, 
Ut  sibi  complaceam. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 

Sancta  Mater,  istud  agas, 
Crucifixi  fige  plagas 
Cordi  meo  valide. 
Tui  nati  vulnerati, 
Tarn  dignati  pro  me  pati, 
Poenas  mecum  divide. 


Fac  me  tecum  pie  flere, 
Crucifixo  condolere, 
Donee  ego  vixero. 
Juxta  crucem  tecum  stare, 
Et  me  tibi  sociare, 
In  planctu  desidero. 

Virgo  virginum  praeclara, 
Mihi  jam  non  sis  amara, 
Fac  me  tecum  plangere. 
Fac  ut  portem  Christi  mortem, 
Passion  is  fac  consortem, 
Et  plagas  recolere. 

Fac  me  plagis  vulnerari, 
Fac  me  cruce  inebriari, 
Et  cruore  Filii : 
Flammis  ne  urar  succensus, 
Per  te,  Virgo,  sim  defensus, 
In  die  judicii. 

Christe,  cum  sit  hinc  exire, 
Da  per  Matrem  me  venire, 
Ad  palmam  victoriae. 
Quando  corpus  morietur, 
Fac  ut  animae  donetur 
Paradisi  gloria. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 


0  Pilii 

OFilii,  etfilise, 
Rex  Caelestis,  Rex  glorias, 
Morte  surrexit  hodie.     Alleluia. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

At  mane  prima  Sabbati, 
Ad  ostium  monumenti, 
Accesserunt  Discipuli.     Alleluia. 

Et  Maria  Magdalene, 

Et  Jacobi,  et  Salome, 

Venerunt  corpus  ungere.     Alleluia. 

In  albis  sedens  Angelus 

Praedixit  mulieribus : 

In  Galilaea  est  Dominus.     Alleluia. 

Et  Joannes,  Apostolus, 

Cucurrit  Petro  citius, 

Monumento  venit  prius.     Alleluia. 

Discipulis  astantibus, 

In  medio,  stetit  Christus, 

Dicens  Pax  vobis  omnibus.     Alleluia. 

In  boc  festo  sanctissimo, 
Sit  laus  et  jubilatio, 
Benedicamus  Domino.     Alleluia. 


Pange,  Lingua. 

Pange,  lingua,  gloriosi, 
Corporis  mjsterium, 
Sanguinisque  pretiosi, 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 

Quem  in  mundi  pretium, 
Fructus  ventris  generosi, 
Rex  eftudit  gentium. 

Nobis  datus,  nobis  natus 
Ex  intacta  virgine, 
Et  in  mundo  conversatus, 
Sparso  verbi  semine, 
Sui  moras  incolatus 
Miro  clausit  or  dine. 

In  supremse  nocte  Ccenae, 
Recumbens  cum  fratribus, 
Observata  lege  plene 
Cibis  in  legalibus, 
Cibum  turbse  duodenae 
Se  dat  suis  manibus. 

Verbum  caro,  panem  verum 
Verbo  carnem  efficit, 
Fitque  sanguis  Christi  merum, 
Et  si  sensus  deficit, 
Ad  firmandum  cor  sincerum 
Sola  fides  sufficit. 

Tantum  Ergo  sacramentum 
Veneremur  cernui, 
Et  antiquam  documentum 
Novo  cedat  ritui : 
Prsestet  fides  supplementum 
Sensuum  defectui. 

Genitori  Genitoque 
Laus  et  jubilatio, 
Salus,  honor,  virtus  quoque 
Sit,  et  benedictio  ; 
Procedenti  ab  utroque 
Compar  sit  laudatio.     Amen. 


10  CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 


0  Salutaris. 

O  Salutaris  Hostia ! 
Quae  coeli  pandis  ostium : 
Bella  premunt  hostilia : 
Da  robur,  fer  auxilium. 

Uni  trinoque  Domino, 
Sit  sempiterna  gloria : 
Qui  vitam  sine  termino, 
Nobis  donet  in  patria. 


0!  Sanctissima. 

0 !  Sanctissima !     0 !  Purissima, 
Dulcis  Virgo  Maria, 
Mater  amata,  intermerata, 
Ora,  ora  pro  nobis. 

Tota  Pulchra  es,  0  Maria 
Et  macula  non  est  in  te. 
Mater,  &c. 

Sicut  lilium  inter  spinas, 
Sic  Maria  inter  filias. 
Mater,  &c. 


Veni  Creator. 

Veni,  Creator  Spiritus, 
Mentes  tuorum  visita, 
Imple  superna  gratia 
Quae  tu  creasti,  pectora. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  11 

Qui  diceris  Paraclitus, 
Altissimi  donum  Dei, 
Fons  vivus,  ignis  charitas, 
Et  spiritalis  unctio. 

Tu  septiformis  munere, 
Digitus  Paternae  dexterae, 
Tu  rite  promissum  Patris, 
Sermone  ditans  guttura. 

Accende  lumen  sensibus, 
Infunde  amorem  cordibus  : 
Infirma  nostri  corporis 
Virtute  firmans  perpeti. 

Hostem  repellas  longius, 
Pacemque  dones  protinus  : 
Ductore  sic  te  praevio 
Vitemus  omne  noxium. 

Per  te  sciamus  da  Patrem, 
Noscamus  atque  Filium, 
Teque  utriusque  Spiritum 
Credamus  omni  tempore. 

Deo  Patri  sit  gloria, 
Et  Filio,  qui  a  mortuis 
Surrexit,  ac  Paraclito 
In  saeculorurn  ssecula. 


Ava  Maris. 

Ava,  maris  stella 
Dei  mater  alma 
Atque  semper  virgo, 
Felix  coeli  porta. 


If  IIOLIC  HYMN-. 

Sumens  illud  Ave 

Gal 

Funda  nos  in  | 

DA  Hevse  nornen. 

Solve  vincla  r 
Prefer  lumen  ca 
Mala  nostra  pelle, 
Bona  cuncta  j    - 

s  B  matrem, 
Sumat  per  te  | 
Qui  pro  nobis  natus 
Tuli:      - 

Virgo  sing: 
Inter  omnes  mitis, 
N   -  'julpis  sol. 
Mi:  7- 

Vitam  pnesta  pniam 
Iter  para  tutum, 
Ut  videntes  Jesum 
i-:ur. 

-     bull  Peo  patri, 
Summo  Christo  decus 
Spiritui  sancto, 
Tribus  honor  unus. 


Exultet  Orbis  Gandiis. 

Exnltet  orbis  gaudiis  : 
Coelum  resultet  laudibus  ; 

lorum  gloriam 
Tellu-  ncinunt. 


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Ist-e  Confessor. 


14  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Cujus  ob  prsestans  meritum  frequenter 
JEgrsi  quae  passim  jacuere  membra. 
Viribus  morbi  domitis,  saluti 
Restituunter. 

Noster  liinc  illi  chorus  obsequentem 
Concinit  laudem,  celebresque  palmas  ; 
Ut  piis  ejus  precibus  juvemur 
Omue  per  sevuin. 

Sit  salus  illi,  decus,  atque,  virtus, 
Qui  super  coeli  solio  coruscans, 
Totius  mundi  seriem  gubemat 
Trinus  et  unus. 


For  Advent. 
Creator  Alme  Siderum. 

Maker  of  Heaven  !  Eternal  light 
Of  all  who  in  thy  name  believe  ! 

Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind! 

An  ear  to  thy  poor  suppliants  give. 

When  man  was  sunk  in  sin  and  death, 
Lost  in  the  depth  of  Satan's  snare, 

Love  brought  Thee  down  to  cure  our  ills, 
By  taking  of  those  ills  a  share. 

Thou,  for  the  sake  of  guilty  men, 

Causing  thine  own  pure  blood  to  flow, 

Didst  issue  from  thy  Virgin  shrine, 
And  to  the  Cross  a  Victim  go. 

So  great  the  glory  of  thy  might, 
If  we  but  chance  thy  name  to  sound, 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  15 

At  once  all  Heaven  and  Hell  unite 
In  bending  low  with  awe  profound, 

Great  Judge  of  all !  in  that  last  day, 

When  friends  shall  fail  and  foes  combine, 

Be  present  then  with  us,  we  pray, 
To  guard  us  with  thy  arm  divine. 


The  Cradle  of  Bethlehem. 

0  sing  a  joyous  carol 

Unto  the  holy  child, 
And  praise  with  gladsome  voices 

His  mother  undefiled : 
Our  infant  voices  greeting 

Shall  hail  our  Infant  King, 
And  our  sweet  lady  listen 

When  infant  voices  sing. 

Who  is  there  meekly  lying 

In  yonder  stable  poor  ? 
Dear  children,  it  is  Jesus 

He  bids  you  now  adore, 
Who  is  there  kneeling  by  him, 

In  virgin  beauty  fair  ! 
It  is  our  Mother  Mary  : 

She  bids  you  all  draw  near. 

Who  is  there  near  the  cradle 

That  guards  the  holy  child  ! 
It  is  our  Father  Joseph 

Chaste  spouse  of  Mary  mild, 
Dear  children  oh  !  how  joyful 

With  them  in  heaven  to  be  ! 
God  grant  that  none  be  missing 

From  that  festivity. 


16  CATHOLIC    TTYMXS. 


Christmas  Carol. 

The  snow  lay  on  the  ground, 

The  star  shone  bright, 
When  Christ  our  Lord  was  born, 

On  Christmas  night. 

Chorus. — Venite  adore- 
mus  Dominum. 
Venite  adore- 
mus  Dominum. 

'Twas  Mary,  daughter  pure 

Of  holy  Anne, 
That  brought  into  this  world 

The  God-made-man. 

She  laid  him  in  a  stall, 

At  Bethlehem, 
The  ass  and  oxen  shared 

The  roof  with  them. 

Chorus. 

Saint  Joseph  too  was  by, 

To  tend  the  Child, 
To  guard  Him  and  protect 

His  mother  mild. 

The  angels  hovered  round, 

And  sung  this  song, 
Venite  adore- 
mus  Dominum. 

Chorus. 

And  then  that  manger  poor 

Became  a  throne  : 
For  He,  whom  Mary  bore, 

Was  God  the  Son. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  1? 

0  come  then,  let  us  join 

The  Heavenly  host, 
To  praise  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost. 

Chorus. 


Christmas  Carol. 

What  lovely  Infant  can  this  be, 
That  in  the  little  crib  I  see  ? 
So  sweetly  on  the  straw  it  lies — 
It  must  have  come  from  Paradise. 

Who  is  that  Lady  kneeling  by, 
And  gazing  on,  so  tenderly  ? 
Oh  !  that  is  Mary  ever  blest, 
How  full  of  joy  her  holy  breast ! 

What  man  is  that  who  seems  to  smile 
And  look  so  blissful  all  the  while  ? 
'Tis  holy  Joseph,  good  and  true ; 
The  Infant  makes  him  happy  too. 

What  makes  the  crib  so  bright  and  clear  ? 
What  voices  sing  so  sweetly  here? 
Ah  !  see  behind  the  window  pane, 
The  little- angels  looking  in  ! 

Who  are  those  people  kneeling  down, 
With  crooked  sticks  and  hands  so  brown? 
The  Shepherds.     On  the  mountain  top, 
The  little  angels  woke  them  up. 

The  ox  and  ass,  how  still  and  mild 
They  stand  beside  the  holy  child. 
His  little  body  underneath 
They  warm  so  kindly  with  their  breath. 


18  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Hail,  holy  cave,  though  dark  thou  be, 
The  world  is  lighted  up  from  thee. 
Hail  Holy  Babe  ! — creation  stands 
And  moves  upon  thy  little  hands. 


Christmas  Hymn. 

How  poor  and  mean  this  little  bed, 

Oh  which  my  Saviour  lies, 
Yet  did  He  the  vast  ocean  spread, 

And  paint  the  fair  blue  skies. 

Ah  !  then  how  sweet  shall  be  to  me 
The  lot  my  Lord  did  share, 

And  dearer  tar  his  poverty 
Than  treasures  rich  and  rare. 

How  helpless  seems  the  Infant  God. 

How  weak  his  little  form  : 
Yet  nature  trembles  at  his  nod, 

He  rules  the  wintry  storm. 

When  I  am  helpless,  weak  and  low, 

I  will  not  grieve  nor  sigh  : 
For  1  will  think  my  Lord  was  so, 

Though  He  was  God  most  high. 

Oh  !  let  me  love  the  path  He  trod 

And  strive  like  Him  to  be, 
Since  He,  although  my  Lord  and  God 

Has  loved  to  be  like  me. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  19 


Christmas  Hymn. 

See  !  amid  the  winter's  snow, 
Born  for  us  on  earth  below  ; 
See  !  the  tender  Lamb  appears, 
Promis'd.  from  eternal  years. 

Hail !  thou  ever-blessed  morn ! 
Hail !  Redemption's  happy  dawn  ! 
Sing  through  all  Jerusalem, 
Sing  the  Babe  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Lo  !  within  a  manger  lies 
He  who  built  the  starry  skies  : 
He  who  throned  in  height  sublime 
Sits  amid  the  cherubim. 
Hail,  &c. 

"  Say,  ye  holy  shepherds,  say, 
What  your  joyful  news  to-day  ? 
Wherefore  have  ye  left  your  sheep 
On  the  lonely  mountain  steep?" 
Hail,  &c. 

"  As  we  watched  at  dead  of  night, 
Lo  !  we  saw  a  wondrous  light  ; 
Angels  singing,  '  Peace  on  earth,' 
Told  us  of  the  Saviour's  birth." 
Hail,  &c. 

Sacret  Infant !  all  divine  ! 
What  a  tender  love  was  thine  ! 
Thus  to  come  from  highest  bliss 
Down  to  such  a  world  as  this ! 
Hail,  &c. 


20  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 


Christmas  Hymn. 

Oh,  come!  all  ye  faithful! 

Triumphantly  sing ! 
Come,  see  in  the  manger 

The  Angels'  dread  King ! 
To  Bethlehem  hasten ! 

With  joyful  accord ; 
Oh,  hasten!  oh,  hasten! 

To  worship  the  Lord. 

True  son  of  the  Father 
He  comes  from  the  skies ; 

The  womb  of  the  Virgin 
He  doth  not  despise  ; 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  &c. 

Hark!  to  the  Angels! 

All  singing  in  Heaven, 
"To  God  in  the  highest 

All  glory  be  given." 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  &c. 

To  Thee,  then,  0  Jesus! 

This  day  of  thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honor 

Through  Heaven  and  earth  ; 
True  Godhead  Incarnate! 

Omnipotent  Word  ! 
Oh,  hasten  !  oh,  hasten 

To  worship  the  Lord. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  w21 


Infant  Jesus. 

Sleep  holy  Babe 
Upon  thy  mother's  breast, 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  sea  and  sky, 
How  sweet  it  is  to  see  Thee  lie 
In  such  a  place  of  rest. 

Sleep,  holy  Babe, 
Thine  angels  watch  around, 
All  bending  low  with  folded  wings 
Before  the  Incarnate  King  of  kings, 
In  reverent  awe  profound. 

Sleep,  holy  Babe, 
Oh,  snatch  thy  brief  repose ; 
Too  quickly  will  thy  slumber  break, 
And  thou  to  lengthen'd  pains  awake, 
Which  death  alone  shall  close. 

0  Lady  blest ! 

To  thee  I  suppliant  cry; 
Forgive  the  wrong  that  I  have  done, 
In  causing  by  my  sins  thy  Son 

Upon  the  Cross  to  die. 

0  Jesus  Lord ! 

By  thy  sweet  childhood's  years, 
Blot  out  from  their  terrific  page 
My  sins  of  youth  and  later  age, 

In  these  my  contrite  tears. 

So  may  I  sing 

Immortal  praise  to  Thee, 
Who,  once  a  Babe  of  human  birth, 
Now  reignest  Lord  of  Heaven  and  earth, 

Through  all  eternity. 


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Holy  Innocents. 

The  little  churcli  with  flowers  is  strewn, 

The  lights  are  gleaming  bright, 
For  Jesus  from  His  altar-throne 

His  blessing  gives  to-night. 
Methinks  before  that  altar  fair 

A  cherub  band  I  see, 
And  child-like  voices  fill  the  air 

Which  sing  these  words  to  me : 

"  We  are  the  little  ones  who  died 

For  Bethlehem's  Infant  slain  ; 
Cut  down  for  cruel  Herod's  pride, 

That  he  in  peace  might  reign. 
But  now  we  sing,  a  cherub  band, 

Before  the  Christ  Child  bright ; 
With  palm  and  lily  in  each  hand, 

And  robes  of  glistening  white. 

Then,  little  children,  fear  ye  not 

To  join  our  joyous  strain, 
And  sing  the  Lamb  without  a  spot 

On  Calvary's  mountain  slain  ; 
For  though  your  home  is  on  the  earth, 

And  ours  in  heaven  above, 
Yet  are  we  one  by  human  birth, 

And  one  in  Christ's  dear  love. 

And  though  our  eyes  are  ever  blest 

His  face  unveil'd  to  see, 
He  comes  to  you  a  hidden  guest, 

To  make  you  blest  as  we. 
Then,  little  children,  fear  ye  not 

To  join  our  joyous  strain, 
And  sing  the  Lamb  without  a  spot 

On  Calvary's  mountain  slain. 


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Jesus  Crucified. 

0  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ; 

See,  Mary  calls  us  to  her  side ; 
0  come  and  let  us  mourn  with  her : 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

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Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 

Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs  : 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nailed ; 

His  blessed  tongue  with  thirst  is  tied ; 
His  failing  eyes  are  blind  with  blood  : 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

His  Mother  can  not  reach  his  face ; 

She  stands  in  helplessness  beside ; 
Her  heart  is  martyred  with  her  son's  : 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

Seven  times  He  spoke,  seven  words  of  love, 
And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 

For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men : 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified ! 

What  was  Thy  crime,  my  dearest  Lord  ? 

By  earth,  by  heaven  Thou  hast  been  tried, 
And  guilty  found  of  too  much  love : 

Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 


24  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 


The  Verse  Sung  in  the  "Way  of  the  Cross." 

From  pain  to  pain,  from  woe  to  woe, 
With  loving  hearts  and  footsteps  slow, 
To  Calvary  with  Christ  we  go. 
See  how  His  precious  blood 
At  every  station  pours  ; 
Was  ever  grief  like  His ! 
Was  ever  sin  like  ours ! 


Sufferings  of  Jesus. 

Christians,  who  of  Jesus'  sorrows 

Come  the  doleful  tale  to  hear, 
See  what  streams  of  blood  flow  for  us  : 

Blend,  ah  !  blend  at  least  a  tear, 
Lo,  for  sins  your  own  devoted, 

Bleeds  the  Victim  from  on  high  ; 
By  his  sufferings  animated, 

Live  for  him,  and  for  him  die. 

In  a  lonely  garden  praying, 

Conflicts  rude  oppress  his  soul : 
Fear  and  hope  his  soul  assailing, 

Strive  by  turns  his  will  to  rule. 
Now  doth  fear  command  imperious  ; 

Now  strong  efforts  love  combines  : 
Love  at  length  prevails  victorious ; 

He  to  death  himself  resigns. 

Judas,  by  blind  fury  guided, 

Whilst  a  mean  submission  shows  ; 

With  perfidious  kiss  intended, 
He  betrays  him  to  his  foes. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Judas  like  a  sinner  feigning 

His  offended  God  t'  appease, 
With  unhallowed  lips  approaching, 

Oft  betrays  him  with  a  kiss. 

See,  now  Jesus  is  forsaken  ; 

Round  him  press  a  ruthless  band  : 
See,  his  heavenly  cheeks  are  smitten 

By  the  merciless  soldier's  hand. 
Faithful  spirits,  who,  with  horror, 

View  from  heaven  this  cruel  deed, 
Shelter  him  ;  or,  armed  with  fury, 

Wing  on  them  his  lightning  speed. 

Now  behold  your  Lord  appearing, 

At  a  mortal  judge's  bar  ; 
Hark  the  pontiff's  voice,  conspiring, 

Guilty  the  innocent  declare. 
Impious  pontiff,  one  day,  trembling, 

Thou'lt  be  forced  his  power  to  own, 
When,  to  judge  the  world  descending, 

Thundering  clouds  shall  form  his  throne. 

Dragged  to  Pilate,  meek  and  sinless, 

He  supplies  the  sinner's  place  ; 
Barbarous  people,  do  ye,  shameless, 

Choose  before  him  Barabbas  ? 
Choice  unworthy,  sentence  impious, 

'Gainst  the  just  is  here  decreed  ; 
Crime  in  triumph  borne  victorious, 

Innocence  condemned  to  bleed. 

In  the  midst  of  lawless  soldiers, 

Jesus,  stripped  and  silent,  stands ; 
Armed  with  scourges,  raging  torturers 

In  his  blood  imbrue  their  hands. 
Stay  your  blows.     Ah,  you're  mistaken  ; 

Sinless  is  the  blood  you  shed  ; 
Vengeance  on  us  should  have  fallen  ; 

We,  the  criminals,  should  bleed. 
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26  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Doomed  to  death,  Dew  Isaac,  willing, 

Loaded  with  the  fatal  tree  ; 
In  his  heart  our  sins  bewailing, 

He  ascends  Mount  Calvary. 
Lo,  his  hands  and  feet  are  pierced  through ; 

On  his  bloody  cross  he  lies  ; 
Streams  of  vital  blood  flow  for  you  ; 

Sinners,  he's  your  Sacrifice. 

Now  behold  the  man  of  sorrows, 

On  the  cross  exalted  high ; 
Suffering,  bleeding,  dying  for  us, 

Now  behold  salvation  nigh  ; 
Satan,  our  great  foe,  lies  vanquished, 

Mary's  seed  has  bruised  his  head, 
Our  redemption  is  accomplished, 

Jesus  has  our  ransom  paid. 

Christians,  hear  his  heavenly  lessons  ; 

Harken  to  His  dying  voice ; 
His  blaspheming  foes  He  pardons, 

For  them  He  prays,  and  for  them  He  dies  ; 
Spare  my  murderers,  gracious  Goodness  : 

Ah,  they  know  not  what  they  do. 
Thus  the  Christian,  fraught  with  meekness, 

Should  forgive  and  love  his  foe. 

See  !  a  lawless  crew  surrounding, 

And  insulting,  cry  aloud, 
Let  Him,  from  the  cross  descending, 

Prove  himself  the  Son  of  God. 
Easily  could  he  burst  asunder, 

Senseless  foes,  your  feeble  bands  ; 
But  His  love,  than  all  ties  stronger, 

For  your  sake  enchains  His  hands. 

Ah,  descend  not,  dearest  Saviour : 
Leave  not  Thou  the  tree  of  pain ; 

Save  mankind,  0  heavenly  Lover  ; 
On  the  cross  till  death  remain. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  27 

But  fulfil,  0  Lord,  Thy  promise  ; 

Draw  our  souls  with  chains  of  Love  ; 
Banish  sin  and  death  far  from  us  ; 

Lead  us  to  Thy  realms  above. 

He  expires  in  sad  convulsions  ; 

Nature,  comfortless,  bemoans  ; 
Heaven,  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 

Trembling,  echo  doleful  groans. 
Will  ingrate  man  a  sight  so  woful 

View  alone  with  tearless  eye  ? 
Grant,  0  Jesus,  I  may,  grateful, 

With  Thee  mourn,  and  with  Thee  die. 


Easter  Hymn. 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day; 

Christians,  haste  your  vows  to  pay  ; 

Offer  ye  your  praises  meet, 

At  the  Paschal  Victim's  feet. 

For  the  sheep  the  Lamb  has  bled, 
Sinless  in  the  sinner's  stead : 
Christ  the  Lord  has  ris'n  on  high, 
Now  lie  lives  no  more  to  die. 


Christ,  the  Victim  undefil'd, 

Man  to  God  hath  reconcil'd  ; 

Whilst  in  strange  and  awful  strife 

Met  together  Death  and  Life. 

Christians,  on  this  happy  day 
Haste  with  joy  your  vows  to  pay  ; 
Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  on  high, 
Now  He  lives  no  more  to  die. 


28  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Say,  0  wond'ring  Mary,  say 
What  thou  sawest  on  thy  way. 
"  I  beheld,  where  Christ  had  lain, 
Empty  tomb  and  angels  twain ; 
I  beheld  the  glory  bright 
Of  the  rising  Lord  of  light : 
Christ  my  hope  is  ris'n  again, 
Now  He  lives,  and  lives  to  reign." 

Christ,  who  once  for  sinners  bled, 
Now  the  firstborn  from  the  dead, 
ThronM  in  endless  might  and  power, 
Lives  and  reigns  for  evermore. 

Hail,  eternal  Hope  on  high  ! 

Hail,  thou  King  of  victory  I 

Hail,  thou  Prince  of  life  ador'd  ! 

Help  and  save  us,  gracious  Lord  ! 


Easter  Day. 

Solo. — Strike  the  cymbal,  roll  the  timbrel, 

Let  the  trump  of  triumph  sound  ; 
Chorus.—  Joyous  singing,  tributes  bringing, 
Th'  isles  exult  and  seas  resound. 


Lo !  he's  risen  from  death's  dark  prison, 

Rays  divine  his  eyes  relume  ; 
Judah's  Lion,  King  of  Sion, 
Lord  o'er  hell,  hath  fled  the  tomb. 

Alleluia,  alleluia, 

Mortals,  strike  your  tuneful  lyres. 

Holy  mirth  the  day  inspires. 
Judah's  Lion,  King  of  Sion, 
Lord  o'er  hell  hath  fled  the  tomb. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  29 

God  of  thunder,  Lord  of  wonder, 
Vain  are  mortal?,  vain  their  boasts. 

What  are  nations,  what  their  stations  ? 

Christ  our  God  is  Lord  of  hosts. 

What  are  Jewry's  monarchs  now  ? 
Low  before  Emanuel  bow. 
Lord  eternal,  God  supreme, 
Mortals,  mortals  to  redeem. 

Praise  him,  praise  him, 

Exulting  nations,  praise  him, 

Praise  him,  praise  him, 

Exulting  nations,  praise. 

Hosanna,  hosanna,  hosanna. 


Easter  Day. 

Ye  sons  and  daughters  of  the  Lord  ! 
The  King  of  glory,  King  adored, 
This  day  Himself  from  death  restored. 
Alleluia. 

All  in  the  early  morning  gray 
Went  holy  women  on  their  way, 
To  see  the  tomb  where  Jesus  lay. 

Alleluia. 

Of  spices  pure  a  precious  store 

In  their  pure  hands  those  women  bore, 

To  anoint  the  Sacred  Body  o'er. 

Alleluia. 

Then  straightway  one  in  white  they  see 
Who  saith,  "Ye  seek  the  Lord  ;  but  He 
Is  risen,  and  gone  to  Galilee." 

Alleluia. 


30  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

This  told  they  Peter,  told  they  John  ; 
Who  forthwith  to  the  tomb  are  gone, 
But  Peter  is  by  John  outrun. 

Alleluia. 

That  self-same  night,  while  out  of  fear 
The  doors  were  shut,  their  Lord  most  dear 
To  his  Apostles  did  appear. 

Alleluia. 

Now  let  us  praise  the  Lord  most  high, 
And  strive  his  name  to  magnify 
On  this  great  day,  through  earth  and  sky. 
Alleluia. 


Spirit,  Creator. 

Spirit,  Creator  of  Mankind, 

Come,  visit  every  pious  mind, 

And  sweetly  let  thy  grace  invade 

Our  hearts,  0  Lord,  which  thou  hast  made. 

Thou  art  the  Comforter  whom  all, 
Gift  of  the  highest  God  must  call, 
The  living  fountain,  fire  and  love  ; 
The  ghostly  unction  from  above. 

God's  sacred  finger,  which  imparts, 
A  sev'nfold  grace  to  faithful  hearts  ; 
Thou  art  the  Father,  promise,  whence 
We  language  have,  and  eloquence. 

Enlighten,  Lord  !  our  souls  and  grant, 
That  we  thy  love  may  never  want ; 
Let  not  our  virtue  ever  fail 
But  strengthen  what  in  flesh  is  frail. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  31 

Make  us  the  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practice  all  that  we  believe, 
Give  us  Thyself  that  we  may  see, 
The  Father  and  the  Son  in  Thee. 

Immortal  honour,  endless  fame, 
Attend  th'  Almighty  Father's  name  ; 
To  the  Son  equal  praises  be, 
And  holy  Paraclete,  to  Thee. 


See  the  Paraclete  Descending1. 

See  the  Paraclete  descending, 
Burning  with  celestial  fire  ; 
Grace  and  truth  on  him  attending, 
Men  with  heavenly  love  inspire. 
Let  us,  Alleluias  singing, 

Offer  him  our  grateful  lays, 
He  all  heavenly  graces  bringing, 
Merits  everlasting  praise. 

Men  in  every  danger  fearing, 
Now  the  greatest  dangers  scorn  ; 

Amidst  tortures  persevering, 

Show  themselves  in  Christ  new-born. 
Let  us,  Alleluias,  &c. 

Fishermen  by  Thee  instructed, 
Jesus  to  the  world  proclaim  ; 

Infants  by  thy  grace  conducted, 
Rather  die  than  slight  His  name. 
Let  us,  Alleluias,  &c. 

Idols  fall,  the  Devil  ceasing, 
O'er  the  world  to  be  adored  ; 

Faitli  and  love  by  thee  increasing, 
All  confess  Thee,  sovereign  Lord. 
Let  us,  Alleluias,  &c. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 


Source  of  love,  our  hearts  inflaming 
With  true  zeal  and  virtue  pure, 

Grant  we  may  in  heaven  reigning, 
Sing  thy  praise  for  evermore. 
Let  us,  Alleluias,  &c. 


Corpus  Christi. 

Jesus  !  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all ! 
How  can  I  love  thee  as  I  ought  ? 
And  how  revere  this  wondrous  gift, 
So  far  surpassing  hope  or  thought  ? 
Sweet  Sacrament !  we  thee  adore  ! 
Oh,  make  us  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Had  I  hut  Mary's  sinless  heart 

To  love  Thee  with,  my  dearest  King, 

Oh,  with  what  bursts  of  fervent  praise 
Thy  goodness,  Jesus,  would  I  sing. 
Sweet  Sacrament,  &c. 

Oh,  see  !  within  a  creature's  hand 

The  vast  Creator  deigns  to  be, 
Reposing  infant-like,  as  though 

On  Joseph's  arm  or  Mary's  knee. 
Sweet  Sacrament,  &c. 

Thy  Body,  Soul,  and  Godhead,  all ! 

Oh,  mystery  of  love  divine  ! 
I  can  not  compass  all  I  have  ; 

For  all  thou  hast  and  art  are  mine  ! 
Sweet  Sacrament,  &c. 

Sound,  sound  his  praises  higher  still, 
And  come,  ye  angels,  to  our  aid  ; 

'Tis  God  !  'tis  God  !  the  very  God 

Whose  power  both  man  and  angels  made  ! 
Sweet  Sacrament,  &c. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  33 

Our  hearts  leap  up  ;  our  trembling  song 

Grows  fainter  still ;  we  can  no  more. 
Silence  !  and  let  us  weep  —  and  die 
Of  very  love,  while  we  adore. 
Great  Sacrament  of  love  divine  ! 
All,  all  we  have  or  are,  be  thine  ! 


Ave  Sanctissima. 

Ave  sanctissima, 

We  lift  our  souls  to  thee, 
Ora  pro  nobis, 

Thou  bright  star  of  the  sea. 
Guard  us  when  sin  is  nigh, 

Snares  round  our  path  are  spread, 
Hear  the  heart's  lonely  sigh  ; 

Thine  too  hath  bled. 

Thou  that  hast  looked  on  death, 

Aid  us  when  death  is  near  ; 
Whisper  of  heaven  to  faith, 

Sweet  mother,  sweet  mother,  hear ! 
Ora  pro  nobis  ! 

From  sin  our  slumbers  keep, 
Ora,  mater,  ora, 

Star  of  the  deep. 

Ave  purissima, 

List  to  thy  children's  prayer  : 
Audi  Maria, 

And  take  us  to  thy  care. 
When  darkness  comes  o'er  us, 

Whilst  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
Thy  light  shine  before  us, 

Guide  of  our  way. 


34  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Thou  that  hast  looked  on  death, 

Aid  us  when  death  is  near  ; 
Whisper  of  heaven  to  faith, 

Sweet  mother,  sweet  mother,  hear. 
Ora  pro  nobis, 

Let  angels  guard  our  sleep, 
Ora,  mater,  ora, 

Star  of  the  deep. 


Hail  Heavenly  Queen ! 

Hail  Heavenly  Queen  !  hail  foamy  ocean's  star  ! 
O  be  our  guide,  diffuse  thy  beams  afar, 
Hail  mother  of  God  !  above  all  Virgins  blest, 
Hail  liappy  gate  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 


Hail  foamy  ocean's  star !  Hail  Heav'nly  Queen  ! 
0  be  our  guide  to  endless  joys  unseen. 

"  Hail  full  of  grace,"  with  Gabriel  we  repeat ; — 
Thee  Queen  of  heav'n,  from  him  we  learn  to  greet ; 
Then  give  us  peace,  which  heaven  alone  can  give 
And  dead  thro'  Eve,  thro'  Mary  let  us  live. 
Hail  foamy  ocean,  &c. 

0  break  our  chains,  our  captive  souls  release, 
0  give  us  liefht,  and  let  our  blindness  cease, 
Let  every  ill  that  preys  upon  our  hearts, 
Fly  at  thy  voice,  which  ev'ry  good  imparts. 
Hail  foamy  ocean,  &c. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  35 


Bright  Mother  of  Our  Maker. 

Bright  mother  of  our  Maker,  hail  ! 

Thou  Virgin  ever  blessed, 
The  ocean's  star  by  which  we  sail, 

And  gain  the  port  of  rest. 

Whilst  we  this  ave  thus  to  thee, 
From  Gabriel's  mouth  rehearse, 

Prevail  that  peace  our  lot  may  be, 
And  Eva's  name  reverse. 

Release  our  long  entangled  mind, 

From  all  the  snares  of  ill ; 
With  heavenly  light  instruct  the  blind, 

And  all  our  vows  fulfil. 

Exert  for  us  a  mother's  care, 

And  us  thy  children  own ; 
Prevail  with  Him  to  hear  our  prayer, 

Who  chose  to  be  thy  Son. 


May  Day. 

On  this  day,  0  beautiful  mother, 
On  this  day  we  give  thee  our  love, 

Near  thee  Madonna,  fondly  we  hover, 
Trusting  thy  gentle  care  to  prove. 

On  this  day  we  ask  to  share, 
Dearest  mother,  thy  sweet  care 
Aid  us,  ere  our  feet  astray, 
Wandering  from  thy  guiding  way. 
On  this  day,  etc. 


36  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Queen  of  angels,  deign  to  hear — 
Lisping  children's  humble  ])rayer  ; 
Young  hearts  gain,  0  Virgin  pure, 
Sweetly  to  thyself  allure. 
On  this  day,  etc. 

Rose  of  Sharon,  lovely  flower, 
Beauteous  bud  of  Eden's  bower, 
Cherished  Lily  of  the  Vale, 
Virgin,  mother,  queen,  we  hail. 
On  this  day,  etc. 

In  vain  the  flowers  of  love  we  bring, 
In  vain  sweet  music's  notes  we  sing, 
If  contrite  heart  and  lowly  prayer, 
Guide  not  our  gifts  to  thy  bright  sphere. 


Fading,  Still  Fading. 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining 
Ave  Maria !  day  is  declining  ; 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  in  the  night ; 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade,  till  the  matin  shall  chime, 
Shield  us  from  danger,  and  save  us  from  crime. 
Ave  Maria,  audi  nos ! 

Ave  Maria,  0  hear  when  we  call  ! 
Mother  of  him  who  is  Saviour  of  all  ! 
Feeble  and  fearing,  we  trust  in  thy  might; 
In  doubting  and  darkness,  thy  love  be  our  light : 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper  burns, 
And  wake  in  thine  arms  when  the  morning  returns. 
Ave  Maria,  audi  nos  ! 


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The  Blessed  Virgin. 

Daily,  daily,  sing  to  Mary, 

Sing,  my  soul,  her  praises  due  ; 
All  her  feasts,  her  actions  worship, 

With  the  heart's   devotion  true. 
Lost  in  wand'ring  contemplation, 

Be  Her  Majesty  confest  : 
Call  her  Mother,  call  her  Virgin, 

Happy  Mother,  Virgin  blest. 

She  is  mighty  to  deliver  ; 

Call  her,  trust  her  lovingly  ; 
When  the  tempest  rages  round  thee, 

She  will  cairn  the  troubled  sea. 
Gifts  of  Heaven  she  has  given, 

Noble  lady  !  to  our  race  : 
She,  the  Queen,  who  decks  her  subjects 

With  the  light  of  God's  own  grace. 

Sing,  my  tongue,  the  Virgin's  trophies, 

Who  for  us  her  Maker  bore  ; 
For  the  curse  of  old  inflicted, 

Peace  and  blessing  to  restore. 
Sing  in  songs  of  praise  unending, 

Sing  the  world's  m  vjestic  Queen  : 
Weary  not,  nor  faint  in  telling, 

All  the  gifts  she  gives  to  men. 

All  my  senses,  heart,  affections, 

Strive  to  sound  her  glory  forth  : 
Spread  abroad  the  sweet  memorials 

Of  the  Virgin's  priceless  worth. 
Where  the  voice  of  music  thrilling 

Where  the  tongue  of  eloquence, 
That  can  utter  hymns  beseeming 

All  her  matchless  excellence  ? 
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38  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Oh  !  by  that  Almighty  Maker, 
Whom  thyself  a  virgin  bore  ; 

Oh  !  by  thy  supreme  Creator, 
Linked  with  thee  for  evermore  : 

By  the  hope  thy  name  inspires ; 

By  our  doom,  reversed  through  thee  ; 

Help  us,  Queen  of  Angel  choirs, 
•  Now  and  through  eternity. 


The  Assumption. 

Sing,  sing,  ye  Angel  Bands, 
All  beautiful  and  bright ; 

For  higher  still,  and  higher, 
Through  the  vast  fields  of  light 

Mary,  your  Queen,  ascends, 
Like  the  sweet  moon  at  night. 

A  fairer  flower  than  she 
On  earth  hath  never  been  ; 

And,  save  the  Throne  of  God, 
Your  heavens  have  never  seen 

A  wonder  half  so  bright 
As  you  ascending  Queen. 

0  happy  Angels !  look, 

How  beautiful  she  is  ! 
See  !  Jesus  bears  her  up, 

Her  hand  is  locked  in  His ; 
0  who  can  tell  the  height 

Of  that  fair  Mother's  bliss  ? 

And  shall  I  lose  thee  then, 
Lose  my  sweet  right  to  thee  ? 

Ah  !  no — the  Angel's  Queen 
Man's  mother  still  will  be, 

And  thou,  upon  thy  throne, 
Wilt  keep  thy  love  for  me. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  39 


To  the  Blessed  Virgin. 

Hail  Queen  of  Heaven,  the  ocean's  star, 
Guide  of  the  wanderer  here  below  ! 

Thrown  on  life's  surge  we  claim  thy  care, 
Save  us  from  peril  and  from  woe, 

Mother  of  Christ,  Star  of  the  sea, 
Pray  for  the  wanderer,  pray  for  me. 

0  gentle,  chaste,  and  spotless  Maid, 

We  sinners  make  our  prayers  through  thee, 
Remind  thy  Son  that  he  has  paid 
The  price  of  our  iniquity. 
Virgin  most  pure,  Star  of  the  sea, 
Pray  for  the  sinner,  pray  for  me. 

Sojourners  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  thee,  blest  Advocate  we  cry, 
Pity  our  sorrows,  calm  our  fears, 
And  soothe  with  hope  our  misery. 
Refuge  in  grief,  Star  of  the  sea, 
Pray  for  the  mourner,  pray  for  me. 

And  while  to  Him  who  reigns  above, 
In  Godhead  One,  in  Persons  Three, 
The  source  of  life,  of  grace,  of  love, 
Homage  we  pay  on  bended  knee  ; 

Do  thou,  bright  Queen,  Star  of  the  sea, 
Pray  for  thy  children,  pray  for  me. 


St.  Joseph. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Husband  of  Mary,  hail! 
Chaste  as  the  lily  flower 
In  Eden's  peaceful  vale. 


40  CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail  I 
Father  of  Christ  esteemed! 
Father  be  thou  to  those 
Thy  Foster-Son  redeem'd. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail! 
Prince  of  the  House  of  God, 
May  his  best  graces  be 
By  thy  sweet  hands  bestow'd. 

Hail!  holy  Joseph,  hail! 
Comrade  of  angels,  hail ! 
Cheer  thou  the  hearts  that  faint, 
And  guide  the  steps  that  fail. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
God's  choice  wert  thou  alone ; 
To  thee  the  Word  made  flesh 
Was  subject  as  a  Son. 

Hail !  holy  Joseph,  hail ! 
Teach  us  our  flesh  to  tame, 
And,  Mary,  keep  the  hearts 
That  love  thy  husband's  name. 

Mother  of  Jesus !  bless, 
And  bless,  ye  saints  on  high, 
All  meek  and  simple  souls 
That  to  Saint  Joseph  cry. 


Hymn  to  St.  Joseph. 

Holy  Patron  !  thee  saluting, 

Here  we  meet,  with  hearts  sincere  ; 
Blest  St.  Joseph,  all  uniting, 

Call  on  thee  to  hear  our  prayer. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  41 

Happy  saint !  in  bliss  adoring 

Jesus  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Hear  thy  children  thee  imploring, 

May  we  thy  protection  find. 

Worldly  dangers  for  them  fearing, 
Youthful  hearts  to  thee  we  bring; 

Grant,  in  virtue  persevering, 

Vice  may  ne'er  their  bosom  sting. 
Happy  saint,  &c. 

Thou,  who  faithfully  attended 

Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 

Who  with  pious  care  defended 
Mary,  Virgin  ever  pure. 
Happy  saint,  &c. 

May  our  fervent  prayers  ascending,      * 
Move  thee  for  our  souls  to  plead  ; 

May  thy  smile  of  peace  descending, 
Benedictions  on  us  shed. 
Happy  saint,  &c. 

Through  this  life.  0  watch  around  us, 

Fill  with  love  our  every  breath, 
And  when  parting  fear  surrounds  us, 

Guide  us  through  the  toils  of  death. 
Happy  saint,  &c. 


Holy  God. 

Holy  God,  we  praise  thy  Name  ! 

Lord  of  all,  we  bow  before  Thee  ! 
All  on  earth  thy  sceptre  claim, 
All  in  Heaven  above  adore  Thee : 
Infinite  thy  vast  domain, 
Everlasting  is  thy  reign. 


4  2  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Hark  !  the  loud  celestial  hymn 

Angel  choirs  above  are  raising! 
Cherubim  and  seraphim 

In  unceasing  chorus  praising, 

Fill  the  heavens  with  sweet  accord : 
Holy  !  Holy  !  Holy  Lord  ! 

Lo !  the  Apostolic  train 

Join,  thy  sacred  name  to  hallow  ! 
Prophets  swell  the  loud  refrain, 

And  the  white-robed  Martyrs  follow ; 
And  from  morn  till  set  of  sun, 
Through  the  church  the  song  goes  on. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  three  we  name  Thee, 
While  in  essence  only  One 

Undivided  God,  we  claim  Thee  : 
And  adoring  bend  the  knee, 
While  we  own  the  mystery. 

Thou  art  King  of  Glory,  Christ ! 
Son  of  God,  yet  born  of  Mary, 
For  us  sinners  sacrificed, 
And  to  death  a  tributary : 

First  to  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Thou  hast  open'd  Heaven  to  Faith. 

From  thy  high  celestial  home, 

Judge  of  all,  again  returning, 
We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come, 

On  the  dreadful  Doom's-dny  morning 
When  thy  voice  shall  shake  the  earth. 
And  the  startled  Dead  come  forth. 

Spare  thy  people,  Lord  !  we  pray, 

By  a  thousand  snares  surrounded ; 
Keep  us  without  sin  to-day, 
Never  let  us  be  confounded, 
Lo  !  I  put  my  trust  in  Thee, 
Never,  Lord,  abandon  me. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  43 


Jerusalem,  My  Happy  Home. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 

How  do  I  sigh  tor  thee  ! 
When  shall  my  exile  have  an  end, 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see. 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
How  do  I  sigh  for  thee ! 

No  sun  or  moon  in  borrowed  light, 

Revolve  thine  hours  away, 
The  Lamb  of  Calvary's  mountain  slain, 

Is  thy  eternal  day. 
Jerusalem,  &c., 

From  every  eye  He  wipes  the  tear 
All  sighs  and  sorrows  cease, 

No  more  alternate  hope  and  fear 
But  everlasting  peace. 
Jerusalem,  &c. 

The  thought  of  Thee  to  us  is  given 

Our  sorrows  to  beguile — 
T'  anticipate  the  bliss  of  heaven 

In  His  eternal  smile. 
Jerusalem,  &c. 


Strike  The  Harp. 

Strike  the  harp  in  praise  of  God ! 

Wake  the  timbrel's  louder  mirth, 
Glorious  the  song  must  be 

Of  the  great  Creator's  worth. 


44  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

Nature  in  her  calmness  raises, 

Strains  of  gladness,  peace,  and  love, 

Man  re-echoes  forth  her  praises, 
Glory  to  the  God  above. 

Strike  the  harp,  etc. 

Honor  Him  ye  host  of  heaven  t 
Worship  Him  ye  realms  below ! 

Not  with  outward  form  alone, 
But  with  hearts  that  purely  glow. 

He  who  rules  the  earth — the  ocean — 
Keepeth  silent  watch  o'er  thee, 

He  can  tell  with  what  devotion, 
Bows  the  heart  or  bends  the  knee. 
Strike  the  harp,  etc. 


For   Sundays. 
Lucis  Creator  Optime. 

0  blest  Creator  of  the  light ! 

Who  dost  the  dawn  from  darkness  bring ; 
And  framing  Nature's  depth  and  height, 

Didst  with  the  new-born  light  begin  ; 

Who  gently  blending  eve  with  morn, 

And  morn  with  eve,  didst  call  them  day  ;- 

Thick  flow  the  flood  of  darkness  down  ; 
Oh,  hear  us  as  we  weep  and  pray  ! 

Keep  thou  our  souls  from  schemes  of  crime  ; 

Nor  guilt  remorseful  let  them  know  ; 
Nor,  thinking  but  on  things  of  time, 

Into  eternal  darkness  go. 


CATHOLIC     HYMNS.  45 

Teach  us  to  knock  at  Heaven's  high  door  ; 

Teach  us  the  prize  of  life  to  win; 
Teach  us  all  evil  to  abhor, 

And  purify  ourselves  within. 

Father  of  mercies  !  hear  our  cry  ; 

Hear  us,  0  sole-begotton  Son  ! 
Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 

Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 


The  Souls  in  Purgatory. 

0  turn  to  Jesus,  Mother,  turn, 

And  call  Him  by  His  tenderest  names  ; 
Pray  for  the  holy  souls  that  burn 

This  hour  amid  the  cleansing  flames. 

Ah  !  they  have  fought  a  gallant  fight; 

In  death's  cold  arms  they  persevered ; 
And  after  life's  uncheery  night 

The  harbour  of  their  rest  is  neared. 

In  pains  beyond  all  earthly  pains, 
Favourites  of  Jesus !  there  they  lie, 

Letting  the  fire  wear  out  their  stains, 
And  worshipping  God's  purity. 

Spouses  of  Christ  they  are,  for  He 
Was  wedded  to  them  by  His  blood ; 

And  angels  o'er  their  destiny 
In  wondering  adoration  brood. 

They  are  the  children  of  thy  tears  ; 

Then  hasten,  Mother !  to  their  aid  ; 
In  pity  think  each  hour  appears 

An  age  while  glory  is  delayed. 


46  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

See,  how  they  bound  amid  their  fires. 

While  pain  and  love  their  spirits  fill; 
Then  with  self-crucified  desires 

Utter  sweet  murmurs,  and  lie  still. 

Ah  me  !  the  love  of  Jesus  yearns 
O'er  that  abyss  of  sacred  pain, 

And  as  He  looks  His  Bosom  burns 
With  Calvary's  dear  thirst  again. 

O  Mary  !  let  tliy  Son  no  more 

His  lingering  Spouses  thus  expect  ; 

God's  children  to  their  God  restore, 
And  to  the  Spirit  His  elect. 


Children  of  the  Heavenly  King*. 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing  ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worth  and  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

We  are   traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 

They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

0  ye  banish'd  seed  be  glad, 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made. 

Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes. 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

Lord  obediently  we  go. 

Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  47 


Jesus !  the  Very  Thought  of  Thee. 

Jesus  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  hreast, 

But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 

0  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 


0  Jesus  !  King  most  wonderful ! 

Thou  Conqueror  renown'd ! 
Thou  Sweetness  most  ineffable  ! 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! 

0  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

0  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall  how  kind  Thou  art. 

How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah !  this 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  ; 

The  love  of  Jesus  what  it  is, 
None  but  his  lov'd  ones  know. 


Jesus  !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 

Jesus !  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


48  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 


May  Jesus  Christ  Be  Praised. 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies, 
My  heart  awaking  cries 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 
Alike  at  work  and  prayer, 
To  Jesus  I  repair. 

May,  &c. 

The  sacred  minster  bell, 
It  peals  o'er  hill  and  dell ; 

May,  &c. 
Oh,  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
As  joyously  it  rings, 

May,  &c. 

When  you  begin  the  day, 
On,  never  fail  to  say, 

May,  &c. 
And  at  your  work  rejoice 
To  sing  with  heart  and  voice, 

May,  &c. 

Be  this  at  meals  your  grace, 
In  every  time  and  place, 

May,  &c. 
Be  this,  when  day  is  past, 
Of  all  your  thoughts  the  last, 

May,  &c. 

To  God  the  Word  on  high 
The  hosts  of  angels  cry, 

May,  &c. 
Let  children  too  upraise 
Their  voice  in  hymns  of  praise, 

May,  &c. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS.  49 

Let  earth's  wide  circle  round 
In  joyful  notes  resound, 

May,  &c. 
Let  air  and  sea  and  sky 
Through  depth  and  height  reply, 

May,  &c. 


Before  Communion. 

Can  it  be  that  my  God 

Comes  down  from  Heaven  ? 

Makes  my  heart  his  abode, 
To  me  is  given  ? 

Yes,  yes,  within  my  breast, 

Soon  shall  my  Jesus  rest ; 

Soon  shall  He  be  my  guest, 
Nor  thence  be  driven. 

No,  no  my  trembling  heart, 
Leave  thee  !  no  never! 

Never  shall  He  depart, 
What  can  us  sever  ! 

No,  no,  I  hear  him  say, 

With  my  belov'd  I'll  stay  ; 

My  love  shall  ne'er  decay, 
But  last  for  ever. 

Then,  0  !  my  Jesus,  come, 
Come  to  this  dwelling  ; 
Make  my  poor  heart  thy  home. 

Make  thine  each  feeling  : 
Still,  still,  my  blessed  God, 
Feed  me  with  this  sweet  food, 
Still  with  Thy  sacred  blood, 
All  my  wounds  healing. 
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50  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

What  save  my  God  above, 
Have  I  in  Heaven  ? 

And  what  to  win  my  love. 

Can  here  be  given  ? 

Then,  then,  my  happy  soul, 

Thou  shalt  alone  control ; 

Thou  shalt  possess  the  whole, 
To  thee  still  leaving. 


Before  Communion. 

Mv  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  Thee,  to  Thee,  I  call : 

0  come  to  me  from  heav'n  above 
And  be  my  God,  my   all. 

My  faith  beholds  Thee,  Lord, 
Conceal'd  in  human  food  ; 

My  senses  fail ;  but  in  thy  word 
I  trust  and  find  my  God. 

0  when  wilt  thou  be  mine, 
Sweet  lover  of  my  soul  ? 

My  Jesus  dear — my  King  divine, 
And  all  my  soul  control. 

0  come !  and  fix  thy  throne 
Within  my  very  heart ; 

0  make  it  burn  for  thee  alone, 
And  from  thence  ne'er  depart. 

Begone,  ye,  from  my  mind, 
Vain,  childish,  earthly  toys  ; 

In  Jesus  Christ  alone  I  find 
True  pleasures  and  true  joys; 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS.  51 


After  Communion. 

Ah  !  what  is  this  enchanting  calm 
Which  thus  with  peace  my  bosom  fills, 
Which  o'er  my  spirit  pours  a  balm, 
And  through  my  inmost  being  thrills  ? 

Is  there  some  Seraph  hither  sent, 
Diffusing  sweetness  from  his  wings 
To  steep  my  bosom  in  content, 
Unknown,  unfelt  from  earthly  things  ? 

No  !  something  purer  far  must  dwell 
Within  this  raptured  soul  of  mine, 
'Tis  more  than  heavenly,  'tis  divine, 
'Tis  what  no  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 

My  God  !  my  Jesus  !  it  is  Thou 
Art  ravishing  my  heart  with  bliss. 
Thy  presence  is  within  me  now, 
Ah  !  could  I  ask  a  boon  like  this. 

Yes !  stooping  from  thy  throne  above 
Thou  wilt  not  dwell  with  man  apart, 
Thy  dearest  home  becomes,  through  love 
The  tabernacle  of  my  heart. 


Commandments  of  God. 

1.  One  God  alone  thou  shalt  adore 
And  daily  love  Him  more  and  more. 

2.  Thou  shalt  not  hike  His  name  in  vain, 
Nor  ought  that's  sacred  e'er  profane. 


52  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 


CHORUS. 


Keep  well  these  precepts  both  in  heart  and  mind 
For  in  the  law  of  God,  thou  wilt  the  sweetest  plea- 
sure find. 


3.  No  servile  work  on  Sunday  do, 
And  keep  it  ever  holy  too. 

4.  Obedience  to  thy  parents  give, 
That  thou  mayest  the  longer  live. 

Chorus. 

5.  Thy  fellow  man  thou  shalt  not  kill, 
Nor  even  wish  to  do  him  ill. 

6.  Great  purity  thou  shalt  preserve, 
And  from  innocence  never  swerve. 

Chorus. 

7.  Thou  shalt  not  steal,  nor  knowingly 
Keep  what  belongeth  not  to  thee. 

8.  Thou  shalt  not  e'er  false  witness  bear  ; 
To  lie  or  slander  never  dare. 

Chorus. 

9.  Thy  thoughts  shall  always  modest  be  ; 
Keep  them  from  all  uncleanness  free, 

10.  With  thy  possessions  be  content; 
Thus  will  thou  keep  His  commandment. 

Chorus. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  53 


Precepts  of  the  Church. 

1.  On  Sunday,  Holy  Days  likewise, 
Attend  the  holy  sacrifice. 

2.  All  fasts  and  days  of  abstinence, 
Keep  strictly  in  the  church's  sense, 

Chorus. — Keep  well,  &c. 

3.  Remember  at  least  once  a  year, 
Confess  thy  sins,  thy  conscience  clear. 

4.  Receive  communion  once  a  year, 
At  Easter  time,  with  holy  fear. 

Chorus. 

5.  The  church  commands  that  tithes  we  pay  ; 
Her  commandments  let  us  obey. 

6.  Solemnize  not  marriage  in  Lent, 
The  same  precept  keep  iu  Advent. 

Chorus. 


I  am  a  Little  Catholic. 

I  am  a  little  Catholic 

And  Christian  is  my  name, 
And  I  believe  the  Holy  Church 

In  every  age  the  same. 

The  holy  ancient  Roman  Church, 

Enduring  firmly  still, 
Where  Christ  her  king  hath  planted  her 

Upon  St.  Peter's  hill. 


54  CATHOLIC  HYMNS. 

Jerusalem  she  is  above, 
Our  city  and  our  home  ; 

But  after  that  same  pattern  is 
The  holy  city  Rome. 

Time  writes  no  wrinkle  on  thy  brow, 
For  thou  art  ever  young, 

Hail,  Rome,  eternal  citadel, 
From  whence  our  Faith  has  sprung. 


I  Should  Not  Tell  One  Little  Lie. 

I  should  not  tell  one  little  lie 
For  all  things  here  below, 

Not  for  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky. 
Because  God  hates  it  so. 


I  should  not  tell  one  little  lie 
To  save  my  friends — ah  !  no, 

But  I  should  rather  let  them  die, 
Because  God  hates  it  so. 

I  should  not  tell  one  little  lie 
To  free  those  dear  ones,  who 

In  pains  of  purgatory  sigh, 
Because  God  hates  it  so. 

I  should  not  tell  one  little  lie 
To  bring  from  endless  woe 

The  souls  condemned  eternally, 
Because  God  hates  it  so. 


CATHOLIC  HYMNS.  55 


This  Saint  of  God. 

This  Saint  of  God,  whose  virtues  move 
Ten  thousand  choirs  to  songs  of  love, 
Went  up  to  claim  his  throne  above, 
To-day — to-day. 

Lowly  was  he,  chaste,  prudent,  mild, 
By  touch  of  malice  undefiled, 
What  time  life's  glowing  spirit  smiled 
On  his  calm  brow. 

Oft,  at  his  suit,  the  limbs  which  lay 
Languid  and  motionless  as  clay, 
Their  bonds  impatient  flung  away, 
And  woke  to  health. 

The  choir  its  voices  unite 
With  such  as  love  his  deeds  to  cite, 
That  he  our  service  may  requite, 
With  worthier  prayer. 

Now  honour,  might,  and  majesty, 
To  Him,  who  from  His  throne  on  high 
Tracks  the  world's  course  with  loving  eye, 
The  Three  in  One. 


Hymn  to  Apostles. 

Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resound, 
And  highest  Heaven  re-echo  round  ; 
Nor  Heaven  nor  earth  too  high  can  raise 
The  great  Apostles'  glorious  praise. 


56  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 

0  ye  who,  throned  in  glory  dread, 
Shall  judge  the  living  and  the  dead  ! 
Lights  of  the  world  for  evermore  ! 
To  you  the  suppliant  prayer  we  pour. 

Ye  close  the  sacred  gates  on  high  ; 
At  your  command  apart  they  fly  : 
Oh  !  loose  us  from  the  guilty  chain 
We  strive  to  break,  and  strive  in  vain. 

Sickness  and  health  your  voice  obey  ; 
At  your  command  they  go  or  stay 
Oh,  then  from  sin  our  souls  restore; 
Increase  our  virtues  more  and  more. 

So  when  the  world  is  at  its  end, 
And  Christ  to  Judgment  shall  descend, 
May  we  be  call'd  those  joys  to  see 
Prepared  from  all  eternity. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  one. 
As  ever  was  in  ages  past, 
And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 


Angel  Guardian. 

Dear  Angel !  ever  at  my  side 
How  loving  must  thou  be 
To  leave  thy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 

A  little  child  like  me. 

Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not  though  so  near  ; 
The  sweetness  of  thy  soft  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 


CATHOLIC    HYMNS.  57 

I  can  not  feel  thee  touch  my  hand 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did 

When  I  was  but  a  child. 


But  I  have  felt  Thee  in  ray  thoughts 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me  ; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  Thee. 


And  when,  dear  Spirit,  I  kneel  down 
Morning  and  night  to  prayer, 

Something  there  is  within  my  heart] 
Which  tells  me  thou  art  there. 


Yes  !  when  I  pray  thou  prayest  too — 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me  ; 
But  when  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not, 

But  watchest  patiently. 

Then  for  thy  sake,  dear  Angel !  now 
More  humble  will  I  be  : 

But  I  am  weak,  and  when  I  fall, 
0  weary  not  of  me  : 


0  weary  not  but  love  me  still, 
For  Mary's  sake,  thy  Queen ; 

She  never  tired  of  me,  though  I 
Her  worst  of  sons  have  been. 


Then  love  me,  love  me,  Angel  dear, 
And  I  will  love  Thee  more, 

And  help  me  when  my  soul  is  cast 
Upon  the  eternal  shore. 


58  CATHOLIC    HYMNS. 


St.  Vincent. 

0  blessed  Father !  sent  by  God, 

His  mercy  to  dispense, 
Thy  hand  is  out  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Like  God's  own  providence. 

There  is  no  grief  or  care  of  men 
Thou  dost  not  own  for  thine, 

No  broken  heart  thou  dost  not  fill 
With  mercies'  oil  and  wine. 

Dear  Saint !  not  in  the  wilderness 
Thy  fragrant  virtues  bloom, 

But  in  the  city's  crowded  haunts, 
The  alley's  cheerless  gloom  ; 

The  Father  of  the  childless  old, 
The  lonesome  widow's  stay, 

The  gladness  of  the  orphan  groups 
Out  in  the  street  at  play. 

The  poor  thou  savest  by  such  charms 
As  hardest  heart  to  move, — 

The  rich  by  teaching  them  to  do 
The  saving  works  of  love. 

Vincent !  like  Mother  Mary,  thou 
Art  no  on  one's  patron  saint ; 

Eyes  to  the  blind,  health  to  the  sick 
And  life  to  those  who  faint. 

So  thou  belongest  unto  all 

And  all  belong  to  thee  ; 
And  we  in  him  thy  pity  praise, 

Most  Holy  Trinity. 


APPENDIX. 


Ill 


Litany  of  the  B.  V.  Mary. 

Kyrie  eleison.     Christe  eleison. 

Kyrie  eleison. 

Christe,  audi  nos. 

Christe  exaudi  nos, 

Pater  de  ccelis  Deus,  )  M  S§£ 

Fili  Redemptor  mundi  Deus, 

Spiritus  sancte  Deus, 

Sancta  Trinitas  unus  Deus, 

Sancta  Maria, 

Sancta  Dei  genitrix, 

Sancta  Virgo  Virginum, 

Mater  Christi, 

Mater  divinae  gratise, 

Mater  purissima, 

Mater  Castissima, 

Mater  inviolata, 

Mater  intemerata, 

Mater  amabilis, 

Mater  admirabilis, 

Mater  Creatoris, 

Mater  Salvatoris, 

Virgo  prudentissima, 

Virgo  veneranda, 

Virgo  praedicanda, 

Virgo  potens, 

Virgo  clemens, 

Virgo  fidelis, 

Speculum  justitae, 

Sedes  sapientiae, 


o 

o 


62 


APPENDIX. 


Causa  nostrae  laetitiae, 
Vas  spirituale, 
Vas  honorabile, 
Vas  insignae  devotionis, 
Rosa  mystics, 
Turris  Davidica, 
Turris  eburnea, 
Domus  aurea, 
Foederis  area, 
Janua  coeli, 
Stella  matutina, 
Salus  infirmorum, 
Refugium  peccatorum, 
Consolatrix  affiictorum, 
Auxilium  Christianorum, 
Regina  angelorum, 
Regina  patriarchum, 
Regina  prophetarum, 
Regina  apostolorum, 
Regina  martyrum, 
Regina  Confessorum, 
Regina  virgin  urn, 
Regina  sine  labe  concepta, 
Regina  sanctorum  omnium, 


r  a 


Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  peccata  mundi,  parce  nobis,  Do- 
mine. 

Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  peccata  mundi,  exaudi  nos  Do- 
mine. 

Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  peccata  mundi,  miserere  nobis. 

Christe  audi  nos.     Christe  exaudi  nos. 


APPENDIX.  63 


Psalm  50. 

MISERERE  mei  Deus  secundum  magnam  misericor- 
diam  tuam. 

Et  secundum  multitudinem  miseraticmum  tuarum, 
*dele  ioiqnitatem  meam. 

Amplius  lava  me  ab  iniquitate  rnea,*  et  a  peccato  meo 
munda  me ; 

Quoniam  iniquitatem  meam  ego  cognosce-,*  et  pecca- 
tum  meum  contra  me  est  semper. 

Tibi  soli  peccavi,  et  malum  coram  te  feci  ;*  ut  justifi- 
ceris  in  sermonibus  tuts,  et  vincas  cum  judicaris. 

Ecc3  enim  in  iniquitatibus  conceptus  sum,*  et  in  pec- 
catis  concepit  me  mater  mea. 

Ecce  enim  veritatem  dilexisti,*  incerta  et  occulta 
sapientiae  tuse  manifestasti  mibi. 

Asperges  me  hyssopo  et  mundabor  ;  *  lavabis  me,  et 
super  nivem  dealbabor. 

Auditui  meo  dabis  gaudium  et  lsetitiam  ;*  et  exulta- 
bunt  ossa  humiliata. 

Averte  faciem  tuam  a  peccatis  meis.  *  et  omnes  iniqui- 
tates  meas  dele. 

Cor  mundum  crea  in  me,  Deus ,  *et  spiritum  rectum 
innova  in  visceribus  meis. 

Ne  projicias  me  a  facie  tua :  *  et  Spiritum  Sanctum  tuum 
ne  auleras  a  me. 

Redde  mihi  Lnetitiam  salutaris  tui ,  *et  spiritu  princi- 
pali  confirma  me. 

Docebo  iniquos  vias  tuas ,  *  et  impii  ad  te  converten- 
tur. 

Libera  me  de  sanguinibus,  Deus,  Deussalutis  mese ;  *et 
exultabit  lingua  mea  justitiam  tuam. 


64  APPENDIX. 

Domine,  labia  mea  aperies  ;  *  et  os  meum  annuntiabit 
laudem  tuam. 

Quoinam  si  voluisses,  sacrificium  dedissem  utique ; 
holocaustis  non  delectaberis. 

Sacrificium  Deo  spiritus  contribulatus  ;  *  cor  contritum 
et  hnmiliatum,  Deus,  non  despicies. 

Benigne  fac,  Domine,  in  bona  voluntate  tua  Sion,  *ut 
sedificentur  muri  Jerusalem. 

Tunc  acceptabis  sacrificium  justitiae,  oblationes  etholo- 
causta ;  *  tunc  imponent  super  altare  tuum  vitulos. 


Benedictus. 

BENEDICTUS  Dominus  Deus  Israel,  *  quia  visitavit, 
et  fecit  redemptionem  plebis  suse. 

Et  erexit  cornu  salutis  nobis,*  in  domo  David  pueri  sui. 

Sicut  locutus  est  per  os  sanctorum,*  qui  a  saeculo  sunt, 
prophetarum  ejus  ; 

Salutem  ex  inimicis  nostris;*  et  de  manu  omnium, 
qui  oderuut  nos ; 

Ad  faciendam  misericordiamcum  patribus  nostris  ;*  et 
memorari  testamenti  sui  sancti. 

Jusjurandum,  quod  juravit  ad  Abraham  patrem  nos- 
trum,* daturum  se  nobis ; 

Ut  sine  timore,  de  manu  inimicorum  nostrorum  liber- 
ate* serviamus  illi. 

In  sanctitate,  ut  justitia  coram  ipso,*  omnibus  diebus 
nostris. 

Et  tu  puer,  Propheta  Altissimi  vocaberis  :  *  praebis  enim 
ante  faciem  Domini  parare  vias  ejus  : 

Ad  dandam  scientiam  salutis  plebi  ejus  1*  in  remis- 
sionem  pecatorum  eorum ; 


APPENDIX.  65 

Per  viscera  misericordiae  Dei  nostri  :  *  in  quibus  visita- 
vit  nos  oriens  ex  alto. 

Uluminare  his,  qui  in  tenebris,  et  in  umbra  mortis  se- 
dent ;  *  ad  dirigendos  pedes  nostros  in  viam  pacis. 


For  Lent, 

Parce  Domine,  parce  populo  tuo  ;  Ne  in  seternam  iras- 
caris  nobis. 


Spare,  spare,  spare,   0  Lord,  spare,  spare,  spare  thy 
people  ;  Be  not,  be  not  angry  with  us,    for  ever. 


For  the  Benediction  of  the  Blessed   Sacrament. 
Adoremus  in  seternum  Sanctissimum  Sacramentum. 


Magnificat. 

MAGNIFICAT  *  anima  mea  Dominum. 

Et  exultavit  spiritus  meus  :  *  in  Deo  salutari  meo. 

Quia  respexit  humilitatem  ancillse  suae  ;  *  ecce  enim  ex 
hoc  beatam  me  dicent  omnes  generationes. 

Quia  fecit  mihi  magna  qui  potens  est :  *  et  sanctum 
nomen  ejus. 

Et  misericordia  ejus  a  progenie  in  progenies,  *timenti- 
bus  eum. 

Fecit  potentiam  in  brachio  suo  :  *  dispersit  superbos 
mente  cordis  sui. 

Deposuit  potentes  de  sede  :  *  et  exaltavit  humiles. 
Esurientes  implevit  bonis  :  *  et  divites  inanes. 


66  APPENDIX. 

Suscepit  Israel  puerum  suum  :  *  rccordatus  misericor- 
diffi  suae. 

Sicut  locutus  est  ad  patres  nostros  :  *  Abraham,  et  se- 
mini  ejus  in  saecula. 


Te  Denm  Laudamus. 

Te  Deum  laudamus  :  te  Dominum  confitemur. 

Te  aeternum  Patrem  omnis  terro  veneratur. 

Tibi  omnes  Angeli ;  tibi  coeli,  et  universae  potestates  : 

Tibi  Cherubim  et  Seraphim,  incessabili  voceproclamant: 

Sanctas,  Sanctus,  Sanctus,  Dominus  Dens  Sabaoth: 

Pleni  sunt  coeli  et  terra,  majestatis  gloriae  tuae. 

Te  gloriosus  Apostolorum  chorus. 

Te  Prophetarum  laudabilis  Humerus. 

Te  Martyrum  candidatus  iaudat  exercitus. 

Te  per  orbem  terrarum,  sancta  confitetur  Ecclesia. 

Patrem  immensae  majestatis. 

Venerandum  tuum  verum  et  unicum  Filium. 

Sanctum  quoque  Paraclitum  Spiritum. 

Tu  Rex  glorise  Christe. 

Tu  Patris  sempitemus  es  Filius. 

Tu  ad  liberandum  snscepturus  hominem,  non  horruisti 
Virginia  uterum. 

Tu  devicto  mortis  aculeo,  aperuisti  credentibus  regna 
coelorum. 

Tu  ad  dexteram  Dei  sedes  :  in  gloria  Patris. 

Judex  crederis  esse  venturus. 

*Te  ergo  qusesumus,  tuis  famulis   subveni :  quos  pre- 
tioso  sanguine  redemisti. 

iEterna  fac  cum  Sanctis  tuis,  in  gloria  numerari. 

Salvum  fac  popuium  tuum,  Domine  :  et  benedic  hajredi- 
tati  tua3. 

Et  rege  eos,  et  extolle  illos,  usque  in  aeternum. 

Per  singulos  dies,  benedicimus  te. 
*  Here  all  kneel. 


APPENDIX.  61 

Et  laudamus  nomen  tuum  in  saeculum  :  et  in  saeculum 
saeculi. 

Dignare,  Domin*3,  dip  isto  :  sine  peccato  nos  custodire 

Miserere  nostri  Domine  :  mi>erere  nostii. 

Fiat  miserirordia  tua,  Domine,  super  nos  :  quemadmo- 
dam  speravimus  in  te. 

In  te  Domine,  speravi :  non  confundar  in  seternam. 


Anthems  to  the  Blessed  Virgin. 
I. 

Alma  Redemptoris  mater,  quae  pprvia  coeli, 
Porta  manes,  et  stella  maris,  succurre  cadenti 
Snrgere  qui  curat,  populo  :  tu  quae  genuisti, 
Nature  mirante,  tuum  sanctum  Genitorem. 
Virgo  prius  acposterius,  Gabrielis  ab  ore 
Sumens  illud  ave,  peccatorum  miserere. 

II. 

Ave  Regina  coelorum  ! 
Ave  Domina  angelorum  ! 
Salve  radix,  salve  porta, 
Ex  qua  munrio  lux  est  orta. 
Gaude  Virgo  gloriosa, 
Super  omnes  speciosa, 
Vale,  0  valde  decora 
Et  pro  nobis  Christum  exora  ! 

III. 

Rpgina  Coeli,  laetare  !  alleluia. 
Quia  quern  mernisti  portare  ;  alleluia. 
Resurrexit  sicut  dixit ;  alleluia. 
Ora  pro  nobis  Deum  ;  alleluia. 


68  APPENDIX. 


IV. 


Salve  Regina  !  mater  misericordiae 
Vita,  dulcedo,  et  spes  nostra,  salve  ! 
Ad  te  clamamus,  exules  filii  Evae  ; 
Ad  te  suspiramus,  gementes  et  flentes 
In  hac  lacrymarum  valle. 
Eia,  ergo,  advocata  nostra, 
Illos  tuos  misericordes  oculos 

Ad  nos  converte  : 
Et  Jesum  benedictum  fructum  ventris  tui, 
Nobis  post  hoc  exilium  ostende. 

0  clemens  !  0  pia  ! 

0  dulcis  Virgo  Maria  ! 


THE   END. 


ALPHABETICAL  INDEX 


Adoremus  in  aeternam, 65 

Adeste  Fideles, 4 

Alma  Redemptoris, 67 

Ave  Maris   Stella, 11 

Ave  Regina, 67 

Ave  Sanctissima, 33 

Ah,  What  is  This, 51 

Benedictus, 64 

Bright  Mother, 35 

Can  it  be  that  mj  God, 49 

Children  of  the   Heavenly  King 46 

Christians  who  of  Jesus'  Sorrows, 24 

Christ  the  Lord  is  Risen, 27 

Daily,  Daily  Sing  to  Mary, , 37 

Dear  Angel, 56-7 

Exultet  Orbis  Gaudiis, 12 

Fading,  Still  Fading, 36 

From  Pain  to  Pain, 24 

Hail  Holy  Joseph, 39 

Hail  Heavenly  Queen, 34 

Hail  Queen  of  Heaven, 39 

Hail !  Glorious  St.  Patrick", 59 

Holy  God,  We  Praise, 41 

Holy   Patron, 40 

How  Poor  and  Mean, 18 

Iste  Confessor, 13 

I  am  a  Little  Catholic, 53 

The  Snow  lay  on  the  Ground, 16 

The  Little  Church  with  Flowers  is  Strewn, 22 


*I0  ALPHABETICAL    INDEX. 

I  should  not  tell  one  little  lie, 54 

Jerusalem  My  Happy  Home, 43 

Jesus  !   My  Lord, 32 

Jesus  !  the  Very  Thought  of  Thee, 47 

Litauy   of  the  Blessed  Virgin 61-2 

Lucis  Creator, 3 

Magnificat, 65 

Miserere, 63 

My  God,  My  Life,  My  Love, 50 

Maker  of  Heaven,  Eternal  Light, 14 

Now  Let  the  Earth, 55 

0  Redemptor, 5 

O  Blessed  Father, 58 

0  Come  all  ye  Faithful, 20 

O  Come  and  Mourn, 23 

O  Turn  to  Jesus, 45 

0  Filii,  et  Filise, 8 

O  Salutaris, , 10 

O  Sanctissima, 10 

0  Sing  a  Joyous  Carol ,. 15 

On  this  Day, 35 

0  Blest  Creator  of  the  Light, 44 

Pange,  Lingua, 8-9 

Parce.  Domine 65 

Regina  Cceli, 67 

Salve  Regina, 68 

Stabat  Mater, 6-7 

See,  amid  the  Winter  Snow, 19 

See  the  Paraclete, 31 

Spirit  Creator, 30 

Strike  the  Harp, 43 

Strike  the  Cymbal, 28 

Sing,  Sing  ye  Angel  Bands, 38 

Sleep,  Holy  Babe, 21 

Te  Deum, 66 

This   Saint  of  God, 54 

The  Commandments, 51 

To  Ancient  Milan's  City, 50 


ALPHABETICAL    INDEX.  71 

When  Morning, ,.  48 

What  lovely  infant  can  this  be, 17 

Veni  Creator, 10 

Vexilla  Regis,  » 4 

Ye  Sons  and  Daughters  of  the  Lord, 29 


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